Of course they didn't. The sand in the bags was "ballast." The balloon men carried it with them, and when they found the balloon coming down, because some of the gas had leaked out of the round ball above the basket, they would let some of the sand run out of the bags to the ground below. This would make the balloon lighter, and it would rise again.
"Squee! Squee! Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, as he wiped the sand off his tongue on one of his legs. "I don't like that. I'm hungry."
"Why, what's the matter with the little pig?" asked one of the men, turning around and looking at Squinty.
"He must be hungry," said the other. "See, he has bitten a hole in one of our sand bags. Let's feed him."
"All right. Give him something to eat, but we didn't bring any pig food along with us."
"I'll give him some bread and milk," the other man said. "We won't want much more ourselves, for we are nearly at our last landing place."
"Squee! Squee!" squealed Squinty, when he heard this. He watched the man put some bread and milk in a tin pan, and set it down on the floor of the basket. Then Squinty put his nose in the dish and began to eat.
And Oh! how good it tasted! Of course the milk was sweet, instead of sour, for men do not usually like sour milk. Squinty had a good meal, and then he went to sleep.
What happened while Squinty slept, the little pig did not know. But when he woke up it was all dark, and he knew it must be night, so he went to sleep again. And the next time he awakened the sun was shining, so he felt sure it was morning.
And then, all of a sudden, something happened. One of the men called out: